State trooper passes me in the opposite direction in town as I am heading home at 11:15 last night from playing cards. Population of the town is 2100. I notice him pull in and turn around at the Irving gas station. I continue driving under the speed limit, seat belt fastened, which is my habit. The state policeman follows me as I leave the outskirts of town. The speed limit increases to 40mph. I maintain a speed of 38. He stays behind me as the speed zone changes to 55. I am wondering if he is going to flash his blues and pull me over or simply turn off. Nope. He tags my ass for another 10 miles. At this point he has been on my tail for 14 miles. His behavior struck me as unusual. There is literally nothing but woods for 30 minutes once you leave town.
It is late, I am tired of driving 50mph with him behind me. I decide to slow down to let him pass. Instead he slows down, matching my speed. I am not going to have this happy shit go on the rest of the way home. I slow down to 22mph on a beautiful straight stretch. He stays behind me. Fine by me, if this is what he wants to do. After three minutes, he tires of the game and puts on the blues. I immediately pull over and roll down my window.
I am a little heated. He has a gun. And we are in the middle of nowhere. I fully expected him to come up with gun drawn considering the amount of interest he needed to have to follow me this entire time.
He comes up to my window, hands on hips and asks me why I am driving 20mph. I asked "Am I breaking the law?" He says "Yes. You are disrupting the flow of traffic." I ask "Why have you been following me for the last 15 miles?" He tells me he is on his way home and asks me for my drivers license.
After running my license, he comes up to my window smiling and tells me I am all set. I put my car in drive and leave, watching his headlights fade out of sight.
Thoughts? Case of mistaken identity? Boredom? Some other explanation? Or is this common practice?
It is late, I am tired of driving 50mph with him behind me. I decide to slow down to let him pass. Instead he slows down, matching my speed. I am not going to have this happy shit go on the rest of the way home. I slow down to 22mph on a beautiful straight stretch. He stays behind me. Fine by me, if this is what he wants to do. After three minutes, he tires of the game and puts on the blues. I immediately pull over and roll down my window.
I am a little heated. He has a gun. And we are in the middle of nowhere. I fully expected him to come up with gun drawn considering the amount of interest he needed to have to follow me this entire time.
He comes up to my window, hands on hips and asks me why I am driving 20mph. I asked "Am I breaking the law?" He says "Yes. You are disrupting the flow of traffic." I ask "Why have you been following me for the last 15 miles?" He tells me he is on his way home and asks me for my drivers license.
After running my license, he comes up to my window smiling and tells me I am all set. I put my car in drive and leave, watching his headlights fade out of sight.
Thoughts? Case of mistaken identity? Boredom? Some other explanation? Or is this common practice?